all I do here is talk about the Seder.
I like hearing about the Seder plans. And the Kugel.
Snow still BAD though, especially in April.
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all I do here is talk about the Seder.
I like hearing about the Seder plans. And the Kugel.
Snow still BAD though, especially in April.
I like hearing about the Seder plans. And the Kugel.
Me too. It is helping to calm me! Also, Kugel is of the YUM. Had it at Yom Kippur. It tastes like my dad's bread pudding. Totally yum.
Perkins, I'm so sorry about Ozzie.
And I also want some kugel.
Burrell, send me your kugle recipe if you can . . . I actually am not a fan of sweet kugle, and my DH refers to raisins in things as "bugs."
No seder for us tonight, because we have a childbirth class. A seder sounds better.
{{Perkins}}
It just occurred to me that I'm the youngest at this year's Seder.
Ha! The friend whose Seder we're going to (OMG! GUESTS! WE DON'T HAVE TO DO IT THIS YEAR!!) is exactly two weeks older than S. I think she formulated her cunning plan to invite us the day they compared birthdays at facebook-friending.
Also, Kugel is of the YUM. Had it at Yom Kippur. It tastes like my dad's bread pudding. Totally yum.
Well, kugel at Passover is more likely to be potato than noodle, since noodles aren't allowed at Passover, except for the really weird-tasting Passover noodles.
Well, this is interesting. I'm trying to finish up getting ready -- finish cleaning the kitchen, run my last load of dishes through the dishwasher, take a shower, brush my teeth, pack my suitcase, and go. My apartment has no water.
I'm now wondering if I ever had kugel.
Poor, poor Canadian guest of mine will have to hear us sing. Well, he kindda asked to be a guest over the Seder. Still...
I think she formulated her cunning plan to invite us the day they compared birthdays at facebook-friending.
Absolutely. It a matter of pride: no self-respected adult will sing the Four Questions. I'm so glad I'm the older sister.
So, this year, I'm fucked.
Also, printing the English Haggadah for my guest.
I'm now wondering if I ever had kugel.
Really? Not even Jerusalem Kugel? (I have no idea what it's called in Hebrew -- skinny noodles, with sugar and lots of black pepper, kind of gooey, baked in a casserole dish. I've always heard it called Jerusalem Kugel and was told that it's popular there.)
I'm so sorry, Perkins. Thinking of you.
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I don't like the sweet kugel, but I love the savory kind.